Now, most teenage poetry is truly dreadful - badly written and full of embarrassing, self-indulgent angst. Mine was no exception. But there was one little poem I had written when I was young that I quite liked. It is about childhood, the importance of imagination and the way the sea can so beautifully reflect the sky - something I still love to observe today. Here it is (hope it isn't too embarrassing):
By the Sea
A child is playing in the blue sky-sea,
with cloud-waves falling about his knees.
Building castles in the air with his bucket and spade,
and waiting for the wind-tides to wash them away.
The picture is much Photoshopped from a photo I took a few years ago. I have no idea who the child in the picture is, playing by the wreck of a boat on a beach.